I hope so because I have a closet full of shit that isn't going anywhere. Baby better come use it!
Here are some pics from our anatomy scan today. Everything looked great, although the kid does have some mutant-ly long arms, apparently. The doctor didn't say anything about it, but she left the screen up as I was getting dressed and there's a little chart that says the averages for everything.
See, mutant-ly long arms:
And small head. I can only assume the baby was trying to make it easier on me to deliver, which is very nice, but since I'm having a c-section it can grow that head as big and smart as it wants to. Methinks it's time to break out some Nietzsche or James Joyce or some shit.
Why have I started cussing in my blog more lately? Maybe it's an extinction burst, trying to get it all out before the small child arrives.
Anyway. Small head, big arms. Maybe a monkey.
The 3D picture doesn't do much to solve the monkey versus baby debate. Whatever it is, it's pretty damn cute.
Definitely cute, though, right? Or am I already one of those moms that can't see that they have an ugly kid?
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I thought the second trimester was supposed to FLY by, but it's not. At all. It's dragging. I just want to get to viability at 24 weeks and then 28 and 32 and 36 weeks (all milestones when babies born at that gestational age do better by leaps and bounds than the previous milestone) and then full term and then have a BABY. Alive. In my arms. That I can then bring home and play dress-up with. Baby clothes are cute!*
*Not the only reason I want a baby. I swear. I also want it to do dishes. And clean up dog poop. And cuddle.